Despite the rain, Charleston's yoga enthusiasts spent the morning practicing yoga at the Joeseph P. Riley, Jr. Park this Saturday with guru Kathryn Budig.
Religious or not, anyone can appreciate the rare chance to grab some brews and chat with Father Bill—priest, bar-owner, and author of a book that depicts a quest for holiness through unlikely means.
Here's your chance to meet the writer of one of this summer's best new beach reads. Come get to know the New York Time's best seller author at Blue Bicycle Books in just a few weeks.
What happens when a thousand-some librarians and a thousand-some rabid YA fans converge in the Holy City in the same week? Could get pretty crazy... The lowdown on Charleston's weekend book surge
In today's City Paper, cycling advocate Stephanie Hunt responded to an article that, two weeks ago, roused (mostly) a collective "huh?" from readers. Can her logic hush the histrionics?
One night, three venues, four decidedly different music acts. Perhaps my brain wrote a check that my body barely covered... but it was a damn fun night out in Charleston. Read on for reviews
I didn't do it to burn calories, reduce my carbon footprint, or save a few bucks on gas. So why DID I join the other Charleston Movers and bike commuters this morning? I'll tell you why...
I took my six-year-old to Blue Man Group on Friday at the PAC, which blew his mind with Twinkie tricks, jigsaw bits, and all-out hilarity. In the end? Oh, that six-year old got down with his bad self
They may have rhythm, good looks, and a magnetic personality, but I bet they don't have a refrigerator that looks like an amp. Here's this and more great gift ideas (from an award-winning blogger...)
Amidst the driving rain, this one got right to the heart of our creative spirits. Add in the brilliant poem by local 8th grader Nina Howard, and receiving this post was simply an honor...
I long for school to be more hurricane-like, for the atmospheric conditions of public education to be ripe for downpours of creativity (like this swirling poem from an 8th grader at Moultrie Middle)
Don't bet on football, frat tats are sad, seniors are older not wiser, the world doesn't care if you fail out—here's my (free!) advice for incoming CofC and Citadel students this week
